Tracey was sitting on her couch when she heard the knock at the door. Her head snapped up and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She stared at the door for a long time. Practically no one ever came over to her flat. If they would surely they wouldn't come without an invitation. That meant it could only be one person…
She was still in her work clothes. She wore her proper, dull, gray robes like a mask meant to portray her as a proper, Pureblood witch. Her blonde hair was pinned up on her head, though a few strands had escaped as she sulked on her couch.
The seconds ticked by but it felt like an eternity. Tracey was horribly conflicted as she continued to stare at the door. Sighing, she stood and walked over to it. Just because she walked over, it didn't mean that she had to open the door.
"No one's home," she called out softly from behind the door. She knew she was being petulant but she didn't care. After all, she'd been the one who had been lied to after risking getting caught going over to Heidi's flat only to find some slag there, naked and drugs lying around everywhere.